Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.